September 26, 2016
by Gary Hardaway
In honor of Eliot's 128th birthday,
I should like to speak eloquently
of time, what might have been, history,
the cycling of the old into the new,
the place of one in time's cavalcade,
the place of faith in the placement of one
in times array, the faith
that all shall be well.
I am not up to even one Quartet,
let alone a Quartet of quartets.
I lack the intellect, discipline,
and faith in anything
but our ultimate erasure.
Instead of eloquence and coherence,
let me offer this:
whatever weaknesses you displayed
as empathetic human fellow traveler,
your command of English survives you,
on into the last echoes of the human
once we're gone.
Nice!
Thank you, Dianne.
"whatever weaknesses you displayed
as empathetic human fellow traveler,
your command of English survives you,
on into the last echoes of the human
once we're gone."
Yes. *
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
- Little Gidding
*
fellow traveler *
Thank you, Sam.
Thank you, Jenny.
Thank you, Beate.
"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
Well written!
Thank you, Scott.
Fine poem.*
Thank you, James.